CHAPTER SIXTEEN: NO FOLLOWER

I am not the healthiest person, contrary to what people believe. I am just blessed with genes of an African Princess and a metabolism from the Gods. Ha. I wish. I don’t know where my metabolism comes from, but it works fast. And genes are also something that contributes to my small body type, but I can’t say it’s from some African Princess, but looking at me, people would probably believe it. I eat junk food just as much as the next person and with the amount of alcohol I partake in, you would think I’d have a bit of a belly, but I don’t. I’m either sitting down or constantly walking around. It’s usually fifty-fifty. I do spend a lot of time dancing, and I also partake in swimming here and there. I guess the combination of all these things help me to keep my figure in shape. When it came to the employee Field day, I wanted to be sure that I blew everyone out of the water. I wanted them to leave with the same impression of me that they had originally walked in with. Raine McClaren, she